Why blog after an year?

When I last blogged I was the child who was anticipating the new adventures and promises A-levels brought with it. A-levels was supposed to be something about self exploration, personal development and advancing several stairs up on the maturity scale. The reality is like pain searing through my body. Honestly, that's me trying to be…

Fear it is….

Fear is like that bed partner which creeps up on you, remains up the sleeve of your neck, and as soon as you turn to face it becomes like that horrible monster which used to haunt your memories when you were still in the body of a young mind; carefree, careless and vivacious. It is…

Changed in 4 years….

Humming to the tune of Justin Bieber ft D Snake 'let me love you', I am reminded of old memories. As old as 4 years ago. I had developed my love for writing but it was immature, needed editing, needed spanking and all the necessary nourishment that any writer would require. In these 4 years,…

Lost in Scorching Trials

Typing down after a searing decade seems like trying to find the writer in me. Here I am embarking on a scorching trial, trying to retrieve the sanity of this empty shell. Empty shell sounds to metaphoric but its meaning holds truth to the situation. Ever since my real life started, as in the real…

The Unspoken.

Its something rarely commented on in my society 😦

BookWorm

One day at school I was chit chatting with my friends when we asked each other the same question ,the heroin of our favorite novel (Peer e Kamil) was asked. What is your biggest wish , something you can give your life away for? I said a couple of things which I don’t remember now except for one. I said I want to finish prostitution from this world.

I knew what I was saying was near to impossible. Ever since then, this sentence has never escaped out of my mind. I keep thinking what can be done to wipe prostitution from this world. For this we all need to unite. We need to use whatever resources we have or maybe expand them. I don’t only want prostitution to end and free the birds that have long been caged. But I am fighting for the provision of proper rights for prostitutes…

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Confused, Confused, Confused……

Every then and now whenever I sit and type down something I simply go blank. My aspiration to become a reputed writer is not becoming fulfilled. This summer I intended to write and write and write, which sadly went down the drain as I have become so lazy that it pains me that what will…

Fantasy VS Reality

I contemplated the definition of fantasy. Fantasy. I touched the gold lettering word on the book cover and shut my eyes from the world. We all relish dreams and enticing fantasies, having a glimmer of hope that one day the "damsel in distress" in me will one day get rescued by a dashing prince charming…

Me Before You: Book Review

"If I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed. I want the reader to feel something while reading – and making myself cry has become my litmus test as to whether that’s working. It’s an odd way to earn a living."- Jojo Moyes These words have imprinted on…

Ode to Rickman!

On 14 January, 2016 the world lost an amazing actor, inspirational human being, role model for many children and an amazing hero! Words have become short to describe an aspirational person. It was quite difficult for me to take in the truth that we have really lost snivellus and not only in Harry Potter. I…